I’m afraid of dogs. Some of it goes back to when I was a child and dog bit me in the face resulting in quite a few stitches. Some of it goes back to the old saying that animals can sense the bad in people. I feel like every time I meet a new dog it just knows how dark my heart truly is. Case-in-point, my in-laws were in town recently. My father-in-law loves to go to Half Price Books. I’m sure there is a decent Half Price Books somewhere but the one near us is awful. The location replaced a legendary Milwaukee bookstore that was known nationwide as what an independent bookseller should look and feel like. The Half Priced Books looks like the owner was court mandated to run a bookstore with the only stipulation being that there had to be books and a way to purchase them. The previous bookstore had plush carpet, comfy chairs and even a fireplace. Their staff would greet...







